Friday, July 28, 2017

Weirdos

The striking underground comedic Canadian coming of age pseudo-road trip, nestled on cozy Cape Breton Island, with teenage conflicts to settle and communal sympathy to spare, a wide variety of soulful situations stitched together to explore desire, relationships, and family, as a young couple discuss the nature of their bond, both representatives confused and curious, as they head to a beach party revelling off the beaten track.

Weirdos focuses on identity inasmuch as it challenges gender based preconceptions.

Alice (Julia Sarah Stone) wants to be a police officer for instance and Kit (Dylan Authors) wants to move away from his father, who uses homophobic slurs.

They're not particularly weird though.

I didn't think they were that weird anyways.

Perhaps they were in 1973.

There was this dance I saw on Degrassi Junior High when I was a kid that presented a bunch of fellow youngsters from different backgrounds just having a good time dancing together.

It didn't seem weird.

In fact it seemed like a lot of fun.

I figured the title is more of a test, a challenge, do you actually think these characters are strange or are you missing the point if you can't see how normal they are?

If you ask me, there's really just being, living, wanting to do things and doing them.

If jerks won't let you try due to some shortsighted notion based upon a callous stereotype ignorantly generated by fear and hatred (how these rotten individuals are trying to make themselves seem like victims in the Trump era [as they recklessly bully]), screw 'em.

If you really want to do it, find another way, even if it can be incredibly difficult at times.

You may just find a lot of people believe in you.

Weirdos excels.

A light examination of difference that generates contentment and disappointment while gingerly transitioning from one scene to the next.

I didn't understand why Kit's mother (Molly Parker) received such harsh treatment though.

Artists criticizing artists for lacking social graces always confuses me.

She doesn't understand children well nor the impacts of the statements she makes.

But toss her into a mental hospital? Again?

Odd.

There's probably something I'm missing about the character, but I still wonder if the amount of money French cultures spend promoting the arts and artists is directly proportional to that which English cultures spend promoting pharmaceutical drugs and psychiatric hospitals.

I'd like to research that theory.

Going to see a French artist perform on French turf is quite remarkable. They have personality and they're there to entertainingly share that personality while performing to an audience who isn't only there to see them play music.

The audience wants to hear what the artist has to say.

When you hear French people discuss artists in conversation they do so with a degree of respect that I rarely note in conversations regarding the arts with English people.

Not all English people.

Obviously this isn't a critical reflection that exhaustively examines shortcomings etcetera, but these are features I've noticed about French culture in conversation.

A criticism of artists in English realms I've often heard is, "why did they talk so much between songs?"

I never understood that point.

Just experiential observations.

Things I've noticed.

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